Red Sofa

photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin

I see you abandoned,

Now a street dweller,

As am I. 

You offer respite,

A resting place

For this footsore

World weary wanderer. 

I will sit a while.

I remember home. 

Brick walls

Rendered warm

With paint and plaster. 

Suzanne,

She and I

Made love

On one such as you,

Half-buried,

Deep in plump

Plush red cushions,

Candles flickered

Casting

Dancing shadows overhead,

Watching as we climaxed

In those wondrous moments.

Suzanne, I did love her so,

Even as I took another

Born in fields of tangled vine. 

She, the other,

Gave me succour,

Gives me succour,

Lets me sip her sweet red wine.

Rested,

I will leave you now,

Discard my memories. 

Pockets jangle,

Stuffed full

With buried treasure,

Pennies buried,

Laid long forgotten

Deep within your gaping innards,

Mined greedily by my hungry hands. 

I will court

My waiting lover,

Buy her wares, 

My ladylove

Resting in her bottle,

Suck hard

At her cold hard nipple

As she loves me,

Gives me succour,

Lets me sip,

Lets me taste

Her sweet red wine.

Anna :o]

With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the inspiration.